From: D One
Subject: First, The Pain
Date: Sat, 09 May 1998 04:48:35 GMT
We were goofing off. You remember how you and your friends used to just sit
around when it was hot..I mean really hot? The sun was so scortching playing
softball wasn't even enticing. And we used to find ANY excuse to play ball
back then.
Shirts had dissappeared even before the damn humidity of July had started.
Shorts too had become our normal clothing...and when we could, shoes and socks
stayed in their place in our closets.
I remember the morning dew on the grass going between my toes as I ran next
door to see my neighbor friend.
But July came and nobody ran anywhere..we'd even walk our bikes rather then
try to ride the distance to each others house.
Mom chased me out of the house if we hung around there. Dougies Aunt did the
same. So we either hung out in the school dugout until the guard yelled at us
or we kept going to each others house.
Marks' Mom worked. And even though she told him not to have us at the house
when she wasn't there, that was usually our last resort.
Mark was usually nervous about it..but we'd end up in the basement and watch
television, drink cokes and waste hours talking about nothing.
It was one of those humid days...and we had been chased out of three houses
before we turned to Mark.
He said ok, but we had to play a game....one he wouldn't tell us about until
we got there. And on the way we had to decide who went first. I got picked
somehow.
The Pain Game, he called it. He said we bet how much pain we could take. I
wanted to leave right then, but it got to be a macho thing and I couldn't back
down without being called the name we all hated back then "chicken".
At thirteen, you never let anyone call you that.
So I sat on the stool and Mark brought out a bag telling each of the guys they
had to use something in that bag to test me.
He went first and I was soon trying not to yell as he put clothes pins on my
nipples. It hurt like hell....and when the flicked them a few times, I did
yell.
Doug ended Mark's torturing me by saying he was next and put clothes pins on
my ear lobes. They pinched a bit, but my nipples hurt more so I took the added
pain withouth a whimper.
Terry said he knew how to really test me. He taunted me and I told him to go
ahead.
He unbuttoned my cutoffs and pulled out my cock and balls. It was the first
time anyone had touched them except me..at least since I got into puberty. My
cock stirred..but that didnt' last long The clothes pins he put on my nuts
hurt me so much my expanding cock shriveled up.
Mark's turn again and he decided to concentrate on my penis putting clothes
pins on the underside of my cockhead....which hurt but suprisingly enough not
to badle.
Doug put a couple more under my nuts and then Terry said he knew what to do to
make me beg them for mercy. First he tied my hands behind me. Foolish me I let
him do that without a sound.
I mean there I was almost naked in front of my three friends, with clothes
pins on my nipples, ear lobes, balls and penis and I let him make me totally
vulnerable.
Then he knelt in front of me and began to use his toungue on my penis...and
despite the situation, it grew hard...and as it did, the clothes pins on my
penis and nut dug in hard. Indeed, it made me whimper, groan, moan.
Doug bet Terry I couldn't last ten minutes. I didn't have a say in this bet.
Terry took it and went back to teasing my genitals with his toungue. Mark
occasionally joined in by playing with the pins attached to my stretched
nipples and Doug would taunt me....laughing and then suggested other things
that Mark and Terry could do to me.
I took it all...and was soon begging Terry to stop.....as my erection grew so
red it would have stopped traffic.
But the real reason I wanted Terry to stop wasn't only because of the pain,
but because in my gut a very familiar burning sensation was raging. It was the
kind that I got using my greased up hands on my cock multiple number of times
a day.
And before Terry stopped, I exploded all over him , me and Marks hands.
They cursed me...and somehow I got untied. I took the pins off me...my ear
lobes first..for some reason. Even though they weren't hurting me at all I
took them off first. Them my penis and balls.
I was wiping myself off with the towel that Terry had used then tossed to me.
Mark reminded me I still had the pins on my nipples and I smiled saying so
what?
That got a laugh and soon all of us were suffering with clothes pins on
various parts of our body..to see who could last the longest.
I gave in when one of them put pins on my shrunken dick. It had gotten
sensative since my explosion.
The car door got us to end the game and we were watching TV when she came down
th stairs looking quite angry.
So we never went back there again.
It was a tall from Terry one night asking if I wanted to sleep over and
promised we could play the clothespin game again that made me realize I liked
it.
Of course FIRST it was the pain, then the tongue then the explosion. Terry and
Iplayed that game alot that summer. Usually we did it by ourselves, but
sometimes Mark and Doug joined it.
tounguing your best friends can be fun, but not as much as when they make you
suffer.
As I said, first the pain.........